predicted

 sorrow is the shift, back and forth

of a tidal wave returning at the bay,

that frost chill that peaks and slides

in the open winter season unrivalled,

the companionship a thunder

erupting like a lovers name 

a rune, a pillar in shambles

the backseat that is rejected

shotgun, loaded and imported

'here's to better days

champagne on the house

all around everyone do gather

do spread about to the party'

had a hell of a round

and the bell has yet to call it a stop

a month a year a turn to do wrong

count blessings like I see naked stars

blossoming as innocents burns

incent incense: elated prayers

if the predator has taken your scent

and developed a known attraction

no hunger can be ever faded and that just is not complicated

bound to be untold fortunes buried under the pretense of talking to a friend

what about the here, the now and what then? 

the alarm bells are disconnected atop the frame crocked dimes

spare a chance oh guardian angel to those waiting to die

let them peek, a glimpse

to what horrors shan't this curse drive us

smile and count stars 

plain to see, I got the message

did not took it to heart

heed the calling accustom